Fratbag

    Wednesday, July 18, 2012

    Yo, it's hard up in these Hamptons y'all

    die whitey

    “Things been rough since Pops had to give back his fall bonus to CitiBank and sell the third vay-cay pad in Tahoe, homeslice. I’ma raise hell if the yacht gots to go…I’ma go move in wit Moms and her tennis instructor, Ricardo, down at the guest house.”

    Bweeee

    # posted by Bagnonymous
    Thursday, June 21, 2012

    Ned Drinks from the Pitcher

    Sleeve Tatts do not not a boring-ass fratboy unmake.

    Years later, while working in corporate accounting, driving a minivan, and raising three ungrateful boys, Mindy would reflect back on senior year and sigh.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Monday, January 9, 2012

    Terry the Tongue Time Travels To 2012

    It’s like a suburban frat tool from late 2008 stepped into the Tardis, fiddled with the controls, then ended up tongue licking a Companion while alternate reality Nero learned to play the viola rather than the fiddle.

    Yup. I’m still making no sense today.

    And before Ophelia is dismissed for lack of hotchickery, let me not be the first to say British chicks make up for in politeness what they lack in everything else.

    Poor Brits. No wonder Downton Abbey gets the pheromones flooding.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Saturday, December 24, 2011

    Christmas Bros and Kelly Say “Merry Christmas!”

    Nothing says Christmas like aviator sunglasses at night and a tasty Bud Light Lime.

    Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good HoHo.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Tuesday, November 15, 2011

    Somewhere at a Midwestern State School, Kappa Zeta Tao Is Missing Its Village Idiots

    Billy and Willy say “Yo!” to Drunk Kathy in stupid falsetto.

    Kathy thanks them for her Appletini and goes back to her Besties in short order.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, November 3, 2011

    Bros Be Bangin’ Hard Yo (In Tony’s Living Room)

    Bright Eyes Bonnie was poorly educated in the ways of Bro. Her taut bobble bobbs will soon be ignored while Tony, Franco and Zed go into the kitchen to do shots and talk about Michael Vick.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, October 19, 2011

    Timmy Clown Scores Perfect Jenna

    Somewhere, off in the violet hued dawn sky, across dry plains and cracked wilderness where sagebrush withers and sand dust sputters, a weary coyot’ sees this picture, sniffs sadly, howls forlornly, and drops a steamy turd on a cactus plant.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Monday, September 19, 2011

    Fratbros and Sorority Girls With Miller Lights Approve of the HCwDB of the Week

    They’ve got a trig midterm tomorrow, and they’re being chased by Guido The Killer Pimp.

    Time of your life, eh kids?

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, September 7, 2011

    Andy’s Glasses Mildly Amuse Katie

    When the Polo logo has migrated from the chest area to down by the six pound watch, then you know we’re dealing with a new breed of Frat Douche entirely.

    Katie is insecure because she’s big boned, but her zaftig strength only gives her the Semitic superpowers that would cause me to bitch slap a caftan chief with a dead marmot just for the chance to soup strain her talcum powder.

    Katie is college hoth without knowing it hott (HWKIH). And for that, there is a peanut for Ganesh.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, June 22, 2011

    Promtard and Kelly

    Somewhere there’s a wacky mid 80s teen comedy back story involving nerds, jocks, cross dressing, a telescope, teen wolves, time travel, a Porsche, the Enchantment Under the Sea dance, a bribed janitor, the popular girl and, of course, the “big game” coming up.

    Or it’s just a Promtard and Kelly.

    # posted by douchebag1
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